Thursday, June 18, 2009

Baby Call

Our time together was short
You stopped breathing while in
Your mother's arms and
Someone called 911.

You were rushed to my ambulance
And was laid lifeless on the cot.
CPR was continued.
Come on little one, don't go, not yet.

You are so young, life has just begun..
Your family has just started
To get to know who you are.
They have big dreams for you.

It was early morning
As we raced to the ER.
In those short three minutes
We did all that we could.

Into the ER you went
Doctor and nurses worked.
Hoping, praying your little heart
Would start beating again.

An hour had passed by
The glimmer of hope was fading.
IV, drugs, Oxygen, monitor
Still nothing had changed.

Your family was there when
The doctor said to stop.
Your mother cried "No!"
Wanting you back.

Out in the hall, a nurse cried.
An overwhelming sadness,
Heavy hearts. After doing everything
Possible, you were gone.

Being a paramedic, I'm
Supposed to save lives, its
What I'm trained to do.
But I couldn't save you.

God has a bigger plan and purpose,
Sometimes I don't understand
For whatever the reason
He took you home to heaven.

So little man, you will never have to face
The troubles and trials of life.
What better place could you be.
Merry Christmas little one.

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